Harry potter galactic empire

Behind the flames is the real protection, and it really held back Quirrell...

In the room blocked by flames, Lin Mo frowned as he looked at the two selected bottles of potion.

Judging from these arrangements, Dumbledore was clearly prepared and even anticipated Harry's actions, but something went wrong. Until now, he has not been able to show up to save Harry from where Harry and Hermione were at midnight.

More than five hours have passed since they were separated, and no one knows what is going on behind the flames...

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Five thirty-five minutes and forty-six seconds." Ivel replied.

At half past five, it should be dark outside the castle.

"After you go out, you should put on the invisibility cloak outside until Hermione contacts you or Dumbledore shows up." Lin Mo warned, handing the invisibility cloak to Ivel, "Keep it safe, Harry's invisibility cloak."

It's extremely valuable." He said, and then he carefully inspected his sniper rifle, removed the shock-absorbing module from the bracket and put it aside, leaving only a short butt.

"I'm going in."

"Wait," Ivel said with hesitation in his black eyes, "...do you want to think about it again?"

"...I don't have a choice, unless you knock me out now, but I'm already on guard." Lin Mo said.

If it weren't for the colorful light magic just now, he wouldn't have rushed in so recklessly. Even if Harry was really in danger, after all, there was too little he could do, but now he knew he had to go in, even if he used petrification

She must leave Yvel here if she really wants to stop herself.

Of course, he believed that Ivel would not really attack him.

"But you will be in danger." Ivel stared at him and said with great certainty: "Every time you approach here... there will be signs that the front is not safe for you, even more unsafe than Harry.

"

"Am I going to die?"

"Probably."

"That means not necessarily."

"Nothing is certain if you can see it."

"I don't know why, but I think my luck won't be that bad this time..." Lin Mo said softly. He drank the advance potion in one gulp and shivered. The cold air swept through his body instantly, like pouring water on his head.

Like a bucket of ice water mixture.

"If I fail to come back, tell my guardians and say..."

"I sacrificed my life to save others..."

He picked up the stinger and stepped into the flames.

At least the potion was correct. Lin Mo walking in the purple flames was like walking through waves and bubbles.

There was no damage to his body, including his clothes and the sniper rifle in his arms. Although he didn't know why he was still holding this thing, if he was lying in wait outside the rotunda, he might be able to give it to Quirrell unprepared.

With one shot, taking the initiative to come in would undoubtedly give up his biggest advantage.

But this bee stinger is his only hope. His petrification technique is not effective against the Dark Lord. It has been confirmed in the Forbidden Forest. Even if his petrification technique successfully hits the opponent, because there is no spell to lock the opponent, it will still be very effective.

Untie it quickly.

There were only a few steps left in the passage, and only a thin layer of flame remained.

I just hope that there really is another exit and that Dumbledore has rescued Harry...

Lin Mo took a deep breath, put the butt of the Stinger's gun against his left shoulder, leaned forward slightly, and stepped out of the flames.

"Let's see who is here." A mocking voice said.

That was Quirrell's voice, and even the tone was exactly the same as when he was in class.

Sure enough, he hadn't left yet, and his bald head looked particularly unsightly next to the tall Mirror of Erised.

Lin Mo didn't even look for Harry. He entered the soy sauce state without thinking, and tried his best to adjust the direction of the muzzle. At this distance, there was no need to aim with a scope, just point it at it, just like an ordinary submachine rifle.

Pull the trigger.

The ear-splitting roar, dazzling light, and huge recoil caused his body to jerk backwards, and the bee sting flashing with electromagnetic light and shadow was immediately released from his hand, followed by severe pain from his shoulders and arms.

It was the feeling of broken bones and strained tendons that almost made him black out.

At least he didn't miss it.

But he also failed to hit Quirrell.

The trajectory of the ballistic shot from the muzzle that could not be caught even in soy sauce state, stopped abruptly in front of Quirrell. There was no sound, only a few mirror-like cracks flashed past and disappeared in all directions.

When Lin Mo returned to his senses, the precious high-energy plasmid bullet was found to be stagnant a few inches in front of Quirrell's chest as if it was imprisoned by some kind of force field. It could no longer move forward at all. When it was shot from the muzzle,

The terrifying energy it carried has also disappeared.

"bang"

The bee stinger that had escaped from his hand finally fell to the ground.

"I have to say, your attempt is very disappointing to me," Quirrell said with a cruel smile on his face, and used his wand to flick the plasmid bullet, and it fell to the ground and rolled aside.

"Do you really think that this Muggle weapon can hurt me? Or any wizard?" He said disdainfully: "I have told you in class that if you can remember, magic is better than magic."

Gua's technology is where wizards are advanced. As long as the magic power is not exhausted, they will not suffer any such boring fatal injuries..."

"Even if you don't realize it, the magic power will react instinctively," Lin Mo gritted his teeth and followed Qi Luo's words: "I do remember that the more intense the attack, the more obvious the magic power response will be. As long as the magic power is there,

If life is exhausted, it will not disappear.”

Yes, Lin Mo actually understands this. The magic power of wizards will protect them from serious harm when they encounter danger.

Therefore, when dealing with Flint, he would first use potions to stun him, use Muggle curses to suppress his magic, use emotional calming potions to soothe his emotions, and finally use a knife to bleed him little by little to weaken his strength.

Let his vitality and magic power flow away together without stimulating an independent magic power protection reaction.

But facing Quirrell, or rather, the Dark Lord, such a superb wizard, what's the use of that? He has no chance to make the other party take the magic potion, nor does he have the chance to slowly bleed to the point of weakness.

He tried his best with the bee sting and paid the price with an injury to his left arm.

I just didn't expect it to have any effect, and it didn't even make Quirrell look more tired.

"It seems that you have listened to some lessons, but since you know that you are still trying in vain, you are indeed a stupid magic thief." Quirrell shook his wand gently, and the bee sting that fell on the ground floated into his hand.

Inside, he looked at it twice as if it were rubbish and then threw it aside: "A crude Muggle weapon. Not even Potter would be beaten to death by this thing."

He waved his wand again, and a man bound by ropes flew from the side and fell at his feet.

That was Harry, tied up and unable to move.

Quirrell seemed to be a little excited, his eyes narrowed into two slits like snakes: "Look, who came to save you? Potter? It's that Slytherin law stealer! That lowly, shameful one

, the law thief who brought shame to the great Slytherin!"

"Don't you feel shame? Potter?" He whispered in a low voice, as if it was roaring from his throat: "I thought Dumbledore would give you the key to the Sorcerer's Stone, but

I guessed wrong, didn't I? He obviously trusts this law thief more, but why? Why does Dumbledore have high hopes for him?"